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So today, I am not feeling awesome.

Just a heads up.

I'm chronically ill.

Some of our listeners may know,

and I've been on this like one medication for my disease

for over a decade until this April when my insurance denied it.

So this is now month nine of not having access to my meds.

Yeah.

My body is a bit of a mess and such a mess, actually, that I finally have proof of my disease

because I got so sick while they were denying my medication that finally my blood work

biocertifies me.

Yeah, I've got my biomarkers now.

So, you know, I'm my, you know, equilibrium is off.

I'm flaring right now. But today is a really important episode. So I wanted to be here anyways, but apologies if I'm a little loopy. Fortunately, you always say that and then no one could possibly tell. It is,

that's the benefit of an audio medium, I suppose. That is. That is. I mean, if we had to be on

camera for this show, everyone would definitely know. But fortunately, my two amazing co-hosts,

Abby and Artie, are here today. This is, again, a really important episode

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